Almighty painter

Chapter 164 "Jasmine" Foundation
When Gu Weijing put down his brush, Uncle Alai was still staring at the sketch paper in a daze.

Works of art are bridges that connect the souls of the lonely.

Art and music classes have always been part of rehabilitation therapy for children with autism.

Some psychiatrists will also suggest that patients with depression or bipolar disorder participate in more art exhibitions and art exhibitions accompanied by their family members.

"Do you like this painting, Uncle?"

Gu Weijing noticed the look in the gatekeeper's eyes.

"I like it very much. Now I am beginning to understand why some rich people are willing to spend a lot of money on certain paintings. The emotional comfort brought by this kind of art is really beyond the reach of money."

Uncle Alai leaned forward slightly, frowned, and nodded his chin lightly, as if he was looking for something in this painting.

"That's the feeling, yes, that's the feeling..."

"I really like it."

He thought for a moment, opened the drawer under the table, and took out a large handful of scattered Burmese coins from a metal biscuit box with some faded paint.

The janitor used his missing little finger to count the banknotes over and over again, counted out a handful of money, and handed it to Gu Weijing.

"Huh?" Gu Weijing was puzzled.

"No, isn't it according to the rules of taking care of you, brother, 3 kyats, about [-] dollars to buy a painting, or do you want me to give the money directly to the director of the orphanage?"

Uncle Alai asked back.

Gu Weijing smiled wryly.

"Why, too little? If I was worth billions of dollars like that boss Chen, for this painting, I would willingly sell a mountain of gold without blinking an eyelid. It's a pity that I'm just a janitor in an orphanage, and I earn a fortune. Free money. I'm poor, and I've been saving fifteen dollars for a long time."

The uncle smiled, his face was even a little cunning.

"If you want more, you can take the money in the cracker box. But I have no other offer for this painting than these worthless kyats, and I will not offer any other offer for this painting. .”

Uncle Alai's face has returned to calm.

He stared into Gu Weijing's eyes, and said in a playful tone: "Why, Brother Gu, you don't really want to draw a picture and let me work hard with you? Isn't this price too black-hearted? some?"

Gu Weijing continued to smile wryly.

Uncle Alai did have some touches and emotions on his sketch, but it was limited to touches and emotions.

This painting is truly a masterpiece.

It is not only a masterpiece, but a miracle that middle school students can draw such works.

however,
If you want to draw a picture and look at it,
With a pen drawing, Uncle Alai's heart, which has experienced all kinds of tastes in the world and has been tempered like a reclusive old monk, has new ideas.

I thought that people would bow their heads in shock,
It is too whimsical, and the innocence makes people laugh.

Gu Weijing doesn't know if there are any paintings that can achieve such an effect.

However, a pen drawing of [feeling in the heart] at the level of a professional painter is definitely not enough, even if it is complete with feeling in the heart, it does not have such magical power.

He is not so arrogant, and he had no such intention from the beginning.

Gu Weijing has other trump cards.

He shook his head and handed the sketch paper to the janitor: "Uncle Alai was joking. He didn't think of asking you to pay for it at first. This painting was originally intended to be given to you."

"Send it to me? In fact, I think it's better to collect money... Forget it, if Brother Gu insists on not wanting money."

Uncle Alai thought for a while, and took the sketch paper respectfully with both hands.

Then he actually stood up, took a small step back, and seriously bowed to Gu Weijing.

The gatehouse is small, and the gatekeeper is extremely tall, bowing respectfully, like a hill falling towards you, very oppressive.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu Weijing, I am very honored to have this work of yours, thank you."

Gu Weijing hesitated for a moment, but did not escape.

He knew that if he didn't let Alai bow, people should not accept this painting no matter what.

Gu Weijing understands what kind of mentality this is, and he has had such a guarded mind before.

After the Spring Festival, when I deal with bald men coming to the door, this is the way I deal with it.

After receiving the fruit plate, you must emit a cigarette of equivalent value.

If you can give money, give money, if you can't give money, you must respectfully and sincerely thank you.

Then the two will not owe each other, and the two will not be involved,

Don't give anyone a chance to entangle you at all.

Except for the little girl Jasmine, Uncle Alai treats everyone including Gu Weijing, including this world that disappoints him, with such a sense of distance.

think about it.

Even if he didn't say it clearly, the reason why the uncle took the trouble to find the missionary's "Missionary Journal" for him was clearly a reward for Gu Weijing's willingness to play with Miss Jasmine.

Make a clear distinction, and any friendship will be returned immediately,
I don't want to owe favors to anyone, and I don't want to be coerced by favors to do anything. I just want to live as a gatekeeper.

Gu Weijing looked at Uncle Alai's bumpy face and sighed again and again.

How desperate would such a strong man be to the world?Only then can such a hard shell be constructed in interpersonal communication to protect oneself tightly.

"My story is also finished. Brother Gu, I always welcome you to come here to drink tea, or play with Jasmine. As for other things... I won't talk too much, so as not to embarrass each other. I don't want to refuse coldly You, because Jasmine really likes you."

Uncle Alai waved his hand, wanting to see off the guests.

"Why don't you listen first, uncle, what can I do for you as my assistant?"

"Hehe, Brother Gu, don't blame me for looking down on you. There used to be goods worth 3 million US dollars, but I was not tempted by it. I'm afraid you can't offer a higher salary."

Alai's tone was sarcasm.

Gu Weijing didn't seem to notice the indifference on Uncle Alai's face.

He said to himself: "Money, I actually don't have a lot of money. I may only give you a monthly salary of about five hundred dollars during this period, not including board and lodging. You can buy or rent a second-hand car and ask me for reimbursement. Pick me up from Dulwich College to the orphanage after school..."

The gatekeeper originally looked indifferent and rejected people thousands of miles away,
Hearing this guy's conditions, he was amused.

"Master, at this price, instead of looking for an assistant, you might as well go to the labor market and hire a driver or a male servant." The janitor curled his lips and murmured.

500 dollars,

Is this to send beggars?

Although this salary is five times that of Myanmar's per capita income, it depends on what you do.

Being a driver is a skilled job, and it is a better way out for local young people with low education, at least they can earn more than lifting sliders for foreign tourists.

It is not difficult for motorcycle drivers in tourist areas to work hard enough to earn two to three hundred dollars a month, five hundred dollars a month, and do not include board and lodging. If you have to find a car and rent a car yourself, experienced drivers may not be willing to do it.

Uncle Alai doesn't care about money, and he doesn't care at all how much the other party can spend.

But the price of 500 US dollars... look down on who is this.

"Uncle, we all know money has never been the issue to impress you. It's just the money that keeps you going."

Gu Weijing was not disappointed either, he just smiled.

Everyone has a desire in everyone's heart,
No matter what they are looking for is fame and fortune, or self-realization, just like the classic line in "The Godfather", everyone has an undeniable price.

The issue is,
What's Uncle Alai's price tag?
Ever since Gu Weijing heard about Uncle Alai's former identity, he understood that it was impossible for such a great person who lived in seclusion in the orphanage to hire someone as an assistant with a high salary.

Even if money can really turn ghosts around, the wealth that is enough to tilt Uncle Alai's inner balance is far beyond Gu Weijing's ability.

"Why don't you take a look at the contents here before making a decision."

Gu Weijing took out a large folder from his schoolbag and handed it to Uncle Alai.

He was just guessing at first, but now he has heard the story of Uncle Alai, and he has seven or eight points of confidence in his heart.

"It's not painting again, is it? In fact, I'm not that artistic."

The gatekeeper was clearly not in high spirits.

Patiently taking the folder casually, with a glance in his eyes, he was ready to reject this young man who was licking his face and making a fuss here.

Just look at it like this,
Uncle Alai was really stunned.

"The student status has actually been transferred the day before yesterday. The dean asked me to tell you in person that Jasmine will be able to attend classes at Baixiang Primary School next week."

Gu Weijing smiled and tapped the table with his fingertips.

There was a stack of thick documents in the folder, but the first page was a transfer notice from Baixiang Elementary School in Burmese.

White elephants and lions are the national totems of Myanmar, similar to the iron-eating beasts in Eastern Xia and the bald eagles in North America.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of school is similar to the elementary school that can be named after White Elephant.

It is not a private school, and it is more difficult to enter than a private school that can be attended by money.

Baixiang Primary School is the best municipal public primary school in Yangon. Its reputation is on par with that of Dulwich College, but it is more politically charged. The tuition fee is only a fraction of that of a private school. The teacher resources are excellent, and the expenditure is almost completely sponsored by the school. The government is responsible.

Kou Kou's alma mater is Baixiang Primary School. When she was in middle school, she wanted to learn painting, so she changed to Dulwich College, which has professional art classes.

"You arranged for Jasmine to enter school!" Uncle Alai said in surprise.

What kind of good school can the poor orphanage let the children go to?

Not to mention the drug orphans here, many of them have congenital diseases, even for normal children, the cost of books and tuition is a big burden.

On the face of it, there is a [-]-year compulsory education in Yangang, but the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, and the general income is low, so there is a lot of pressure to go to school.

On the one hand, in Yangon alone, there are eight aristocratic schools like Dulwich, which are set up by European and American international private education groups with tuition fees of thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars per semester.

On the other hand, for ordinary families to go to a slightly better public school, they have to rely on connections.

Children from normal families who drop out of school every year due to family reasons or cannot pay the textbook fee, which can be converted into less than ten dollars, are like Jiang Zhiqing.

Molly was more taught by Uncle Alai himself.

He has a high level of education, but he is not professional in teaching children.

Moreover, being able to go to an excellent elementary school with their peers is beneficial to the personality and psychology of children, and it is by no means comparable to studying with an uncle in an orphanage.

When Uncle Alai was in a high position more than ten years ago, it was just a phone call to get this kind of thing done.

Nowadays, people take tea to cool down, but there is nothing they can do.

If it was other schools, Alai might not have cared so much, but he wanted the little girl with AIDS in the orphanage to go to the best public primary school in Myanmar.

He also knows how many connections and contacts he needs to run during the process.

The janitor looked at the page and wanted to say no, but he couldn't utter a single word stuck in his throat.

"Brother Gu, if you take the trouble, Jasmine will be very happy." Alai read the admission notice for more than ten seconds before saying slowly.

It was just a pen drawing,

Let Alaidu respectfully bow to Gu Weijing and thank him. Facing this notice at this time, he couldn't say any words of gratitude.

He was too embarrassed to say thank you.

The word thank you is too pale and too cheap.

This kind of favor can no longer be repaid with a sincere thank you.

"Actually, I didn't bother, and the government officials gave me no face." Gu Weijing shook his head.

What Gu Weijing said was the truth.

This student status was handed over to him after he applied for the reform approval document.

In order to show its importance, when going through the formalities, the Yangon City Government sent a government representative to accompany the whole process, and asked Gu Weijing what other needs he had.

Gu Weijing just mentioned it in passing, he didn't hold out much hope, and was going to send Jasmine to a nearby private elementary school, who knew it would actually work out.

Officials all have exquisite hearts.

They probably wanted to please Chen Shenglin, and by the way, they were afraid that Gu Weijing, the little Bodhisattva with the phone number of the boss, would sue Boss Chen again.

"It's just that Jasmine needs to submit a medical certificate to the school medical office every month that the amount of viral vector replication in her body is within the safety line and that she is not contagious. And if she wants to live in a dedicated single-person dormitory, nothing else is fine."

"understand."

Uncle Alai nodded.

After all, Jasmine has AIDS. Although under the modern cocktail therapy, the probability of infection is actually very low, but there are many powerful children in the school, so the school should have concerns.

He looked at Gu Weijing again, with great gratitude, and solemnly said: "You bothered."

"Don't feel like you owe me anything. This is my gift to little friend Jasmine. She has always been a good model."

"No, favors are favors."

Uncle Alai struggled, looked at the paper, gritted his teeth, and seemed to want to say something.

"Why don't you take a look at the documents behind? This is the gift I really want to impress you." Gu Weijing reminded.

Behind?

Uncle Alai flipped through the admission notice, and found that there was an agreement in English below.

[About the relevant application form, registration certificate and draft articles of association for the registration of the "Jasmine" Charity Foundation], the title of the English agreement reads as follows.

Uncle Alai was stunned again.

(End of this chapter)